Today is the first day of spring.
Fantastic – the first daffodils are finally blooming at our house. Only one plant, it is a mini variety and sits on the edge of the lawn, next to the street. Blankets of green stems with encased blossoms stand nearby, waiting their turn to open to the sun. I steered the car to the curb, getting out to take a photo of the diminutive flower and began to free-associate. Here is the mental path I walked during the moments between first seeing this harbinger of spring and pulling into the driveway:
Exciting, our first daffodils have bloomed!
Sweet little ones beat out the larger varieties, way to go!
I love spring, hurray that winter has ended!
That’s right, it’s March 20th, spring starts today.
Hmmm, so glad spring break is here for our 10th grader!
Wow, so glad she’s in 10th and not 11th grade.
Next year she’ll have spring break but then she’ll have to take all those tests – SATS, APs, SAT2s, ACTs-awful!
Spring will be terrible!
Ok, it’s not really spring’s fault, don’t blame the plants.
I sat in the car for a moment longer and wondered how something as innocuous as a flower had triggered a panic attack. Perhaps it was a sign, warning me against viewing the world through the murky lens of college application season.
Thanks, Buddy, next time I’ll take the time to smell you, even though you’re no rose, but right now I have to make a call to get that summer test prep scheduled.